So, I'm really enjoying the beauty of the snow, and I'm not really even minding the coldness of winter. (Except when our heater broke... but that's another story.) But I am really tired of the practical side of winter. I'm tired of scraping the windshield (although BJ is a dear and always does it when we drive together), and huddling up with a blanket in my car. I'm tired of Pete (our car) squealing when he's cold and embarrassing me to death when I take BJ to campus. I'm sick of trying to navigate over ice and snow on foot, especially since I wear church shoes every day except Saturday. They're simply not made for that kind of weather. I fell for the first time the other day. Luckily for the baby, it wasn't a bad fall, nor was it very far. I have a red mark on my knee, but that's the extent of the lasting damage. But it's really frightening to think that a bad fall could hurt not only me, but my unborn child as well. It's just a lot of pressure, y'know?
So, knowing that I'm very ready for Spring to be here, you can imagine my excitement when I came home the other day to see this poking up in my front flower bed.